why oh why when death does not aloud me
I can not cry, no I can not cry
though it shakes me to the bone but why
just tell me oh please

is it because I’m always down low
have I been like this too long to remember happiness
am I too hurt to care, is it considered my craziness
but how long to happy times, how long will I go

I in my hole of wallow, try to look up
I try I try and I do see light
the sun no it’s something that digs me deeper into the night
I now cry, I cry till my minds dried up but is it enough

but do I turn back to myself wallow
because is sadness and anger better than feeling hollow